Love you dangerously | Minsung

16.

Jisung sat curled up on his bed, knees to his chest, eyes flickering to the door every few seconds. His heart hadn’t stopped racing since Minho had left for Chan’s room.

The door finally creaked open.

“Were you waiting for me?” Minho asked, a soft smile pulling at his lips as he shut it behind him gently.

Jisung nodded, patting the space beside him. “Yeah. Actually… I need to talk to you.”

Minho paused mid-step. “You’re making me nervous,” he chuckled, but the way he slowly walked over betrayed the hint of tension he carried. “What’s this about?”

He sat beside Jisung, close but careful.

Jisung didn’t waste time. “Minho, is something going on?” His voice was steady, but his hands nervously fidgeted with the blanket. “Last night was the second time I saw you leave at midnight... and come back with bruises. You don’t even try to hide them.”

Minho tensed.

“Min, please just be honest with me,” Jisung pleaded. “Is someone hurting you? Are you being threatened?”

Minho let out a soft laugh, brushing a knuckle along Jisung’s cheek. “God, you worry too much, baby. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Jisung pushed, leaning closer. “I swear, if someone’s touching you, I’ll call my dad. He’s like lowkey a gangster. He’ll burn their house down.”

Minho laughed a little, but his eyes stayed serious.

“It’s not like that, okay?” he whispered. “No one’s threatening me.”

Jisung tilted his head. “Then what is it?”

His eyes suddenly widened.

“MINHO- OH MY GOD- YOU’RE NOT INTO DRUGS, RIGHT?!”

“WHAT?! No!” Minho sat up, looking horrified. “Absolutely not! Babe, I promise I’ll tell you when the time is right, okay? Just... trust me.”

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Jisung’s lips.

Jisung froze in place.

Then quietly, “What are we?”

Minho blinked, clearly caught off guard. “What?”

“I mean…” Jisung’s voice dropped.

“Are we… something? I know we’ve kissed, and you’ve been really sweet to me lately, but... we never said anything.”

Minho’s expression softened into something vulnerable. “Right. I guess we didn’t really talk about ‘us,’ huh?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m glad you brought it up. Honestly? I like you, Jisung. A lot. I didn’t realize it at first. I thought you were annoying, always talking back, always calling me names, siding with Sungji…”

He laughed softly. “But you got under my skin in the best way. When Felix dared me to kiss you... I acted chill, but I wanted to kiss you so bad. Like really kiss you. Like you were already mine.”

Jisung’s eyes widened, his heart thumping loud.

“That kiss,” Minho continued, “made everything else disappear. Just you and me. And when I said you were my first kiss… I wasn’t lying. I dated someone before, yeah, but it was nothing. We never even held hands.”

He looked straight into Jisung’s eyes.

“You were my first real kiss. I’m not good at saying this kind of stuff, but... I really, really like you.”

Jisung sniffled, laughing through tears. “Minho, you’re so fucking romantic, I hate you.”

He pulled Minho into a tight hug. Minho held him like he’d never let go.

Then, Minho gently pulled back. His eyes searched Jisung’s, warm and open.

“Can I be yours?”

Jisung didn’t answer.

He kissed him instead.

It was soft at first, testing and careful, but then Jisung moved closer, his arms wrapping around Minho’s neck. Minho instinctively pulled him by the waist, holding him like he was afraid he’d vanish.

The kiss deepened. Slow, breathless, real.

Jisung finally pulled back, lips tingling, face flushed. “HELL YEAH I’M YOURS, BABY,” he grinned, diving back in for another kiss.

Minho chuckled into it, kissing him like he never wanted to stop.